"Get moving. ”

In the land of rocky peaks, for Ji Fan there was no tendency to stand still, Ning Anyuan scolded him.

"In the face of so many strong people, why do you have to fight. Ji Fan, who lamented that life was not so simple, only felt that it was better to compete on the battlefield.

"Whoosh!"

Among the powerhouses in the Earth Demon Realm, an old man with a cold aura moved, and stretched out his hand to grab Ji Fan.

"Whew!"

The sky was filled with gloomy light, forming a vision of the Great Hand.

Regarding the vision of heaven and earth caused by the demon hand, Ji Fan just glanced at it, and his body weight was gradually letting go.

As Ji Fan's body weight increased, the senses he brought to people changed, and the whole person seemed to be extremely profound.

"Bang!"

The muscles opened layer by layer, and Ji Fan's body was densely packed with dark veins, and the essence light spread like it, and began to fill his body.

Twelve layers of dragon veins, each layer is full of Ji Fan's whole body, and the depth of each other is different, and the most unusual thing is the blooming of a fine king flower from each layer of dragon veins.

Even Ning Anyuan saw for the first time that a single Wanwang pattern could grow and spread to the whole body.

Ji Fan's momentum is obviously changing, and his slightly open mouth is like steaming out of fine light.

"You can't do this. ”

After Ji Fan's dark veins were revealed, he paid attention to the huge demon hand in the sky, only to see his right arm holding a black knife, his elbow slightly upturned, and the hand holding the knife had a momentum, and he immediately turned back to the sky.

"Whew!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, and a slash of light had already broken the black demon hand.

In the eyes of outsiders, the hand of the Heaven Covering Demon, which was split in half, was like a staggered top and bottom.

"Bang!"

The awe-inspiring old man who grabbed Ji Fan was as if there was a spiritual explosion in his body, forcing him back a few steps, and even his long hair was scattered by the turbulent spiritual power in his body.

"It's like the sky has been slashed up and down, it's amazing. "The girl in the red dress of the Blood Feather Sect has already found that the surface of Ji Fan's body has appeared twelve dragon seals.

"Don't be condescending. ”

Ji Fan, who was deep and terrifying, raised his foot and stomped on the ground, as if he was dissatisfied with the strong people from all sides and some people stood on the rocky mountain.

"Ryo!"

This time, a strong fluctuation of power came, and Ji Fan stepped on the river, exuding a seismic Dao intent, causing the vast rocky peaks to appear high and low.

Seeing the staggered bags rising from the earth, even Ning Anyuan couldn't help but be shocked by Ji Fan's strength.

The rocky mountains are twisted, and the bulging of the ground is like a big wave, hitting Ji Fan in all directions, which is completely a scene of mountains and seas.

The torn earth is not allowed to stand on until the ancient stone strata are exposed.

The three little ones of Qin Durong that Ning Anyuan was protecting seemed to be stupid, and all the things they faced were beyond the cognition of the low-level cultivators.

"The competition of low-level monks, at best, is a lively one, when can you burst out with the power of destroying the world with a gesture, you can be regarded as stepping into the ranks of the strong, you have to study hard. Ning Anyuan gathered the stars and brought Qin Durong's three small ones to the ground.

Stepping on the hard ancient stone earth under his feet, Qin Durong had three small ones, obviously not yet reacting.

"Do you want to go on it again?"

Ji Fan first breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked the powerhouses of all forces.

In the face of Ji Fan, many strong people couldn't help but retreat.

"This level of cultivation is really scary, the old man will come and meet you for a while. "An old man with dry skin in the Earth Demon Realm walked out of Zhong Xiyan's side.

"Immortal level powerhouse, what stage have you reached?" Ji Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked the dry old man.

"The old man is just a true immortal. ”

The old man with wrinkled skin smiled at Ji Fan, and he looked relaxed.

Although the True Immortal is only the weakest of the Immortal Cultivation level, for spiritual cultivation, it is also a stage that can only be reached by truly becoming an Immortal.

Ji Fan just knew that there were still three levels in the True Immortal, and the skin in front of him was full of wrinkles The old man was very strong.

"Let's have a fight. ”

Ji Fan, who is holding a small black knife in both hands, gives people the feeling that he is more inclined to a melee monk.

"Buzz!"

I saw that the old man pressed towards the space in front of him with one hand, and spread out a round of immortal seals, and a fairy sword that exuded thirteen rounds of brilliance slowly emerged from the immortal seal from the hilt.

Under the gaze of the strong people from all sides, the old man held the fairy sword in one hand, and the ground under his feet had disappeared.

"Boom!"

By the time the old man reappeared, Ji Fan had already moved, and the black knife in his right hand swung on the fairy sword, as if two compressed silky lights were intertwined together, glowing with sparkling brilliance.

In the case of the old man attacking with a sword, thirteen points of sword light appeared around his body, and with the old man's movements, he kept scraping towards Ji Fan's body.

And Ji Fan, who was wearing a Buddha face, was erratic in his body movements, tossing and turning between the swords, the black knife attack was tricky, and he could advance and retreat as he wanted.

Ji Fan and the old man fought together, but it did not cause turbulent vibrations, the spiritual power and immortal power were compressed and restrained, and the clanging sound of swords clashing was endless.

"Buzz!"

Ji Fan turned his head sideways to avoid the short sword that was elongated by the sword, and a shallow trace of light appeared on his face, but it was quickly faded by the essence light.

"Whew!"

Ji Fan held the knife in his right hand and attacked the old man, and after soaring in the opposite direction, he also left a condensed sword in the space.

"Ding!"

When Ji Fan slashed the sword light that the old man slashed above, the condensed and undispersed sword light seemed to be alive, and it could actually fight with the sword light brought by the old man.

"The momentum of these two people?"

A seemingly young monk in Dingchan Temple said with a slight surprise.

When it comes to the level of the strong, they generally pursue momentum, but Ji Fan and the old man's short-range encounters are like low-level monks, and they don't have that feeling of destroying the world.

"Back to basics, this trick seems ordinary, but not everyone can bear it!" The bald and fat monk was more impressed by Ji Fan's strength.

In fact, what few strong people can feel is that in the process of Ji Fan's confrontation with the old man with wrinkled skin, the pressure from the opponent's sword killed even made it difficult for him to move.

"This old man is too powerful, if it weren't for me to survive the immortal demon tribulation and have a substantial entry, the pseudo-force that came into contact with him at the beginning, I was afraid that he would be defeated with one blow. Ji Fan's muscles were tense, and the terrifying power erupted through the black knife, but he was extremely restrained.

"Bang!"

Ji Fan stepped out step by step, and he didn't shatter the power of the earth, but he felt that he couldn't reach the old man if he didn't cooperate with his footwork.

But when the black knife rushed into the old man's lower abdomen, the old man turned around to avoid it.

Ji Fan's movements are not big, not to mention crossing the river in one step, it gives people the feeling that it is like a rushing step, and it is not as far as the sweep of a low-level monk, but the old man's movement range is also very small, almost a knife that dodged him on the side.

The number of condensed and scattered sword rays left by the black knife began to be able to compare with the thirteen sword lights around the old man's body, and the speed of the exchange was not only not fast, but slowed down.

"That's the splendor of the Floating Massacre!"

Lin Xingya, a sturdy muscular man in a horse coat, had a solemn expression, and he actually recognized the killing style created by the barbarian chaos through the ancient chaos.

"No wonder Ning Anyuan has such confidence, this Ji Fan is too terrifying, he can actually rely on his spiritual power to fight with the immortal power of that immortal-level powerhouse, and it is said that it is true to temper it thousands of times, the world just knows that the strength will be stronger if it is constantly condensed and compressed, but many of them can really realize how difficult this process will be, to his extent, the strong person in the ordinary feather stage is afraid that he will not be able to take a knife. The thin man of the Thunder Tower shook his head, his face revealing emotion.

"Zheng!"

Ji Fan's body was full of charm, the black knife in his left hand blocked the old man's sword light, and the black knife in his right hand was already unable to catch the old man at the same time as the knife was released.

At this time, the old man's skin was not as dry as it was just now, and in the process of the fairy light surging, it seemed to condense water.

"Whew!"

With the old man whose skin was full of wrinkles, Ji Fan Fanghua's twelve swords floated out of the floating slaughter style, and the old face had no smile.

"Do you want to fight again?"

The old man was the first to speak, and seemed to have the intention of stopping.

"I've tried my best, but I still can't kill you. Ji Fan's tense dense silk light disappeared, and even the twelve Fanghua swords were converging.

What Ji Fan said was not perfunctory, since he entered the realm of life and death, he rarely fought so hard.

Fighting with the old man with wrinkled skin gave Ji Fan a sense of happiness in his heart, and even washed away some of the complicated emotions before.

"You are also the first spiritual practitioner who can fight me alone on my own, more on your own. The old man's face was dark, and he said no more.

Few people know that compared with most immortal cultivators, the old man can be regarded as an existence that stands out from the crowd in the same rank, but even so, he still has no chance of winning.

"You're satisfied, aren't you?"

Ji Fan, who had calmed down the feeling of muscle soreness a little, turned his head to Ning Anyuan, who was in the distance, and asked.

"I didn't expect it to be like this when I went up to cultivate. ”

Regarding Ji Fan's unexpected strength, Ning Anyuan's eyes lit up.

"Their fighting style seems to have a certain relationship with the trend of changing the spatial medium of the Spirit Ruins Realm, but to reach their level, it is by no means as simple as it seems. "Ying Zhen, the head of the Blood Feather Sect, the girl's appearance is even a little excited.

Ji Fan's contest with the old man with wrinkled skin obviously opened an unknown door for some spiritual powerhouses.

Except for Ji Fan's heavy stepping, which destroyed the vast rocky mountain land, his battle with the old man with wrinkled skin did not produce any earth-destroying fluctuations.

"Bang!"

Ji Fan knelt on Ning Anyuan's knees and kowtowed respectfully, but he didn't say anything, as if he meant to say goodbye to her.

No matter what the matter is, whether there will be any changes in the master Ning Anyuan, Ji Fan does not plan to continue to inquire, because he is afraid that there will be an unacceptable result.

The corpse of the raging black dragon in the dragon coffin, Ji Fan left it for Shi Niang.

"I hope both of you are okay. ”

Ji Fan spoke silently in his heart, and his eyes were faintly sour.

Regarding the unspeakable emotions, Ji Fan couldn't help but sigh secretly, he was so old, and his eye sockets were getting shallower and shallower.

If she could send her sister Ning Anyuan away with the Astral Disk, it would be more reassuring for Ji Fan, but she had no intention of leaving.

Under Ning Anyuan's relieved gaze, Ji Fan got up and walked away towards the east alone.